The three teenagers were home. all. day.
With only a cleaning list.
That included dusting.
Which led them to the furniture polish.
The thought process from there is rather a mystery.
I’ve learned over the years, sometimes it’s best not to ask.
But you know what happens when furniture polish gets on a floor.
I’m thankful that they warned Hubby and I when we got home.
I’m thankful that I didn’t receive a call during the day telling me that someone cut their head open, or broke an arm.
I’m thankful I didn’t have anything breakable in the hallway.
I’m thankful for boy ingenuity.
I’m thankful my guys can laugh together.
I’m thankful they enjoy each others’ company…most of the time.